Chapter3 

I pulled out my folder. Inside was my acceptance letter – University of Miami. 

I’d always loved the South, and it had the Finance program I was so excited about. 

In my last life, I’d given up my education for Jason, content to stay home and take care of his 

This time, I still had a chance. This time, I would live for myself. 

I flipped through the calendar. Ten days. In ten days, I could leave this place. 

Time was tight, but I had to prepare. Every second counted. 

A knock startled me. I opened the door impatiently. 

Jason stood there holding a bowl of noodles, his voice gentle. 

“Hungry? I made you some noodles.” 

I hesitated. 

In my past life, he was either cold and distant or verbally abusive. 

It had been a long time since I’d seen this tender side of him. 

“No, thanks. I ate out.” 

“No way.” 

“You never spend money on yourself.” 

His words stung. 

I used to scrimp and save, spending most of my earnings on him, buying him gifts. 

Now, with college on the horizon, I had to be careful with every penny. 

I met his gaze, my voice level, 

“I remember giving you $50 a few days ago for wedding stuff.” 

“You didn’t buy anything, did you? Give it back.” 

His hand froze, then he offered an awkward explanation. 

“That money I bought Kate some new sandals.” 

I couldn’t help but scoff Seriously? Again? 

“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to bed.” 

10:48 am PIM 

“I’ll give you the money tomorrow,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. “We’re getting married. Do you really have to be so petty?” 

I snorted. “So, I can’t even be upset when you spend my hard–earned money on someone else?” 

He knew he was wrong, but still muttered, “Unbelievable.” 

I didn’t bother arguing, slamming the door shut. 

10:48 am P